martedì 4 agosto 2009
The Crossing
The Crossing
A coffee cup, tape, some thread, a broken souvlaki stick.
Spirits were high and sailing was smooth and slow, but soon enough the wind picked up.
The waves grew tall. The little cup was tossed from crest to crest, to
and fro.
Topper mouse called land ho! And they rejoiced. But the sea soon turned dark and a great vortex opened under their little cup.
An orphaned story fingerpainted on my iphone in brushes
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